Sherlock smiles as the blindfolded narrator describes the people around him using every sense but sight. The hints about the setting are intriguing enough to keep him interested.

A long time for something to go wrong, says the prisoner, and a series of smoke trails rip through the air as unseen projectiles rip through the hull—and through the ship's captain, before he can be released from his cryogenic coffin. Sherlock can't help a laugh; it's a little overplayed, but amusingly so. Something interesting is probably about to happen.



And then the doorbell rings. The actual doorbell, of this actual house.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.